Location: Otherworlders Continent!
Current Date: Year 24,991 | 1st Month Verdora | Day 4!
A new day dawned upon the Otherworlders Continent, its lands bathed in the golden embrace of the morning sun. The crisp air carried the scent of renewal, whispering promises of change across every corner of the vast realm.
Birds soared through the endless sky, their wings cutting through the cool morning breeze. Rivers shimmered under the sun's tender gaze, reflecting the heavens in their glassy surface. Life thrived as usual, peaceful, undisturbed.
Yet beneath this tranquil beauty, something stirred.
An unseen force rippled through existence, an omen carried by the whispering wind. The world itself seemed to hold its breath, as if anticipating something monumental.
Then
BOOM!
A deafening shockwave exploded across the heavens, an unrelenting force that shook the very foundation of the world. Mountains trembled. Oceans roared. The skies themselves quaked under the weight of an unseen power.
The divine barrier the celestial veil that had safeguarded the Otherworlders' Continent shuddered. A force beyond mortal comprehension pulsed through the atmosphere, causing the very air to warp and distort. Time itself seemed to hesitate, as if the cosmos were bracing for what was to come.
Then
CRACK!
A jagged fissure ripped through the sky, its edges glowing with searing golden radiance. The firmament split open, unveiling an endless ocean of divine light beyond a gateway to realms unseen by mortal eyes.
A howling gust of celestial wind surged forth, carrying with it an undeniable sense of divinity. The rift loomed in the heavens, an ethereal scar stretching across infinity. It was vast. Luminous. Brimming with boundless energy that crackled like thunder trapped within the confines of existence itself.
Then came silence.
Not the silence of peace.
But the silence of awe. Dread. Revelation.
All across the continent, millions stood frozen hearts pounding, eyes reflecting the overwhelming radiance above. Even those who had never felt the touch of magic could sense it now as a presence beyond gods, beyond fate, beyond reason.
And in that breathless moment, the world understood.
This was no mere event.
This was a proclamation of the divine.
Then
WHOOSH!
A celestial storm erupted from the rift.
The heavens, once distant and untouchable, spilled forth their legions in a cascade of radiant fury. Unlike their first arrival, which had been measured cautiously this time, the gates of the divine had been thrown open in full force.
Hundreds.
Thousands.
A never-ending tide of angels surged forth, a relentless flood of holy brilliance streaking across the sky like a divine meteor shower. Their wings, wreathed in celestial fire, blazed against the heavens, each feather a fragment of the divine will. They descended in perfect formation, like stars being cast from the firmament itself.
FWOOM!
With each beat of their wings, waves of sacred light rippled outward, leaving shimmering trails in the wake of their descent. The sky, once vast and boundless, now belonged to them a canvas of celestial splendor, painted with their divine presence.
And yet, their descent was not gentle.
It was a proclamation.
A declaration that resounded across the very fabric of existence.
The air trembled under the crushing weight of their power, thick with an aura that transcended mortal understanding. Even those untrained in magic, those who had never once touched the supernatural, felt it a presence so overwhelming it pressed upon their souls.
The very ground quivered beneath the weight of celestial authority. The mountains, the rivers, the forests all of creation bore witness to the return of the divine.
In every city.
Every village.
Every hidden sanctuary.
The skies blazed with divine radiance, and in that sacred glow, the truth became undeniable.
The angels had returned.
And this time…
They bore a decree that would shake the world.
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As the celestial hosts spread across the continent, the Otherworlders stood in stunned silence.
Some fell to their knees, overcome by reverence and devotion.
Others stood frozen, hearts pounding in awe and uncertainty.
A few, those with sharper instincts, felt an indescribable pressure, as if divine judgment loomed over them.
Then
"We come here to deliver the Second Divine Decree of the Gods."
The voice belonged to Lysara, a magnificent four-winged angel, her presence commanding and radiant. She hovered at the forefront of the celestial army, her golden eyes burning with sacred intensity.
Her words were not merely spoken, they were etched into reality itself.
BOOM!
A pulse of golden energy surged through the air, rolling across the land like a tidal wave of divine will. The very sky trembled at her decree, and the earth beneath the Otherworlders' feet shuddered, as if bowing to the authority that had descended upon it.
Lysara's voice carried the weight of the heavens, each syllable infused with an undeniable power.
"When we first arrived upon your lands, we revealed the history of Samsara, the laws of blessings, and the power system you were bound to."
Her voice was neither warm nor cold, it was absolute, a force beyond mortal comprehension.
"Now, the Gods have given us a second mission, one that shall shape your future."
Silence followed, deep and profound. The world itself seemed to hold its breath.
Then, with the grace of a divine sovereign, Lysara raised her hand.
"By divine will, we shall enact Five Grand Tasks."
The moment those words left her lips
FWOOM!
Five golden sigils manifested in the sky, radiant and pulsing with primordial authority. Their glow painted the heavens in hues of sacred light, their inscriptions shifting and weaving as if the very laws of existence were being rewritten before the eyes of the world.
A second pulse of divine energy rippled outward.
FWASH!
Lysara's decree was not merely heard; it was imprinted upon the souls of all who bore witness.
The fate of the Otherworlders had been decided.
And then
With a simple, yet irrefutable command, she spoke:
"Now, we shall choose otherworders one by one and give them detailed information about Gods decree and guide them."
The angels moved.
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FWOOSH!
A cascade of golden light descended as the angels spread across the land, their ethereal forms leaving trails of luminescence in their wake. Each step they took, each flap of their resplendent wings, sent ripples through the very fabric of reality.
One by one, they approached the mortals, their radiant eyes scanning each individual's soul with divine clarity.
This was no random selection.
Each angel sought out a candidate whose destiny aligned with the will of the Gods.
Warriors, Knights, Archers, Assassins, Mages, Priest, Summoner and Beast Master.
Any who displayed potential, talent, or the will to shape the world were chosen.
Then, with voices that resonated like celestial hymns, the angels delivered the decree to their chosen ones.
The chosen felt it before they heard it.
A presence immense, divine, inescapable.
It was as though their very souls had been laid bare, every thought, every ambition, every fear exposed to the unwavering gaze of the heavens.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
Hearts pounded in their chests, not from fear alone, but from the sheer magnitude of the moment.
Then
"You have been chosen."
One by one Otherworlders chosen by Angels to guide them.
The voice was neither loud nor soft. It was simply absolute, an undeniable truth woven into the very fabric of existence.
Each angel extended their hand toward their selected mortal, their celestial forms glowing with a brilliance that mortal eyes struggled to behold.
At that moment, the world stood still.
The wind ceased to blow.
The rivers stilled their flow.
Even the rustling of leaves fell into silence.
And then
FWASH!
Golden inscriptions carved themselves into the air, forming divine texts that hovered before each chosen soul. The words burned with a sacred light, shifting and changing as if alive, waiting to be understood.
A warrior clad in crimson armor trembled as he reached for the decree.
A young mage clutched her staff, her breath hitching as the celestial text danced before her.
A lone artisan, hands worn from years of labor, felt the weight of something far greater than himself settle upon his shoulders.
One by one, the chosen accepted their fate.
And as they did
BOOM!
A final pulse of divine energy surged through the land, marking the beginning of a new era.
The Second Divine Decree had been set.
The heavens had spoken.
And destiny had begun to unfold.
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To Be Continued...!